I Just Need a Shower_The Austen Era_Can you keep a secret? (Part 1)_Time to let go.
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I Just Need a Shower
I awake to the usual; Hurried footsteps clacking on pavement. I peek my head out from underneath my shell of warmth and watch as the people rush by. A few of them barely glance my way. A few of them make eye contact, quickly looking away in disgust and shame. I know a few of them care but the busy city life drags them forward. I wonder if any of them think of me throughout the day? Maybe they feel guilty for not dropping a coin in my bucket? Maybe they think about how they could save the sandwich they just tossed in the trash and give it to me on their route home? After a brief moment of empat...
The Austen Era
I've always liked reading, not that I had another choice. Both of my parents are literature teachers and I have been surrounded by books my entire life. After hours and hours of listening to my parents' speeches about how can literature influence a kid’s life, I finally gave it a shot. The first few authors, Tolstoy, Stendhal, Flaubert, or Dostoevsky weren’t really “the one”, so I started looking into British literature, and these she was – Jane Austen. It was a love-hate relationship, at first at least, but after “Sense and Sensibility”, I discovered “Pride and prejudice” and I fell in love i...
Can you keep a secret? (Part 1)
Beatrix is in the front seat of her mother's car, chewing gum and scrolling on Instagram posts.She hesitates for a moment before sinking her phone into her pocket and leaning in, "Mum, why are we going to Grandma's house?"Mrs Lemons sighs and glares at Beatrix in the side-view mirror. "I told you already Bee, I have a conference I can't cancel so you're staying over at Grandma's.""But it's going to be boring!" she moans.Mrs Lemons shrugs grimly. "You can play a board game with Grandma." she shrugs as she parks the car into Grandma's driveway.Mrs Lemons presses the doorbell firmly. The doorknob...
Time to let go.
Leo's POVI look around the old and dead yard as the men around me ruin everything I made for myself, everything I ever loved, and my life. They yell at each other like cavemen fighting over who gets the girl. They scream about what should go where and who is supposed to do that. I look down at the tattered green and yellow box I'm holding in my old and wrinkly hands. www.onedoor.ccSlowly I open it, looking at the contents, I let out a long and shaky sigh. I have a picture of my late wife laying on top of the rest of the objects, she is smiling at the camera in a beautiful pink sundress with tropical flowers...